Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 389 Burning incense to worship ancestors and worshiping Peak Master Su!

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The dark clouds cleared and the sun shone, covering the entire Qingyang Peak.

The sun was shining on the tall and straight figure in front of the altar, the snow-like hair on the temples was shining, Su Qi was standing tall and tall, at this moment everyone was looking at him, and all that was left was admiration and awe.

Most of the people who lamented were the strong elders, while those who were in awe were the younger generation.

Even Master Zhenglei, the junior teacher in charge of Longhushan, was defeated, and the "same situation" was hard to beat.

"All fellow martial artists are coming to Wudang, the poor Taoist Ning Tong is polite."

At this time, the auspicious aura hangs down on Tianzhu Peak, the sun is shining, there are cranes flying, spirit birds hovering, and purple aura intertwined.

The head of the sect, Ning Taoist, and even the peak masters of the various veins stepped into the air and descended on Qingyang Peak.

"I've seen Sect Master Ning Tong!"

At the ceremony viewing place, all the top primordial figures clasped their fists in a salute, and then the elder masters and disciples under many primordial spirits greeted them, and the etiquette was much more formal.

"You are exempt."

Ning Daoist said in a warm voice, and then looked at Su Qinian in front of the Taoist platform, an imperceptible joy flashed in the depths of his pupils, and solemnly said: "Su Qinian, disciple of Qingyang Peak, will succeed me from today on Wudang Qingyang Peak." One branch, the master of one peak!"

In front of the Taoist platform, Su Qinian raised his head, bowed slightly, and also solemnly said: "Su Qinian, the master of Qingyang Peak, has met the real master!"

"Lord Su Feng is exempt from the ceremony." Ning Taoist said in a deep voice, "The auspicious time has come, go to the Taoist platform! Burn incense to worship ancestors!"

As soon as these words fell, Qing Ye and the others showed excitement in their eyes, and they all separated a path and looked at Su Qinian ahead.

Su Qinian was walking, he was wearing a pure white purple ribbon Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, he walked neither fast nor slow, but every step seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights, and the sound of footsteps was heard clearly in everyone's ears.

After half a stick of incense, three big sticks of incense were lit and stood tall in the incense burner.

"A sacrifice to the ancient sages of Qingyang Peak!"

Su Qinian raised his voice and exhaled, the inner family's true energy circulated, and the sound was like a bell, resounding through the entire Wudang Mountain.

He bowed and bowed. Behind him, Qing Ye and others followed closely behind. Everyone had solemn expressions and solemn eyes, and they finally waited for this moment.

"Second sacrifice to the sage warriors of our human race who died in frontier battles in the past dynasties!"

Su Qinian opened his mouth again. In the place of watching the ceremony, many people immediately thought of the vision of the dark years that had been cut off just now, and all of them showed heavy colors. It was the most difficult period of time for the human race, even if it is now In the territory of the Han Dynasty, the reason why ordinary people can barely maintain their lives and work in peace and contentment is because in the four seas and frontiers, countless sages and warriors of the human race threw their heads and blood, fought bloody battles, and exchanged mountains of bones for them.

call!

This second sacrifice is not only for Su Qinian and other Qingyang Peak disciples, but also for the viewing ceremony. Everyone stands up, as well as many Wudang disciples, deacons, guardians, elders, and even the leader Ning Taoren and other peak masters. , also fell into the air, and then bowed towards the three burning incense sticks on the platform.

"Three sacrifices, my lineage of Qingyang will be passed down forever!"

In the last sacrifice, Su Qinian bowed towards the incense burner. In front of him, over the entire Qingyang Peak, there was a purple energy visible to the naked eye, falling down into the void.

Roar!

At the foot of Baiyun Peak, Lei Shi Peak, and Tianzhu Peak, three majestic beast roars sounded at the same time.

That was the revival of the tortoise in the backyard of the Xuanwu Building in the three outer courts, and three majestic auras belonging to psychic beasts broke through the sky.

Wudang has a psychic tortoise, which is well known in the world, not only Wudang, but also several other major towns, and even some top sects and aristocratic families, also have such a powerful beast as a guardian spirit beast.

The three tortoises have existed for a long time, and they lived for an extremely long time. They seldom wake up on weekdays, and most of them are in deep sleep to delay the passage of life.

Today's simultaneous recovery like this has never happened in hundreds of years, which immediately surprised many Wudang people. The Qingyang Peak was re-established, and even the three ancient spirit beasts also gave birth to a sense?

Since ancient times, feng shui luck has left traces of tortoise shells in the endless years. Although the way of luck is unpredictable, does the recovery of the three tortoises indicate something?

A sign of prosperity?

Daoist Jin Guang's eyes are slightly cold, and he has been prosperous since ancient times. He has never believed in the so-called luck, but only believes that man will conquer the sky.

It was also with this kind of intention that he was able to prove the Dao Primordial Spirit and become the peak master of Jinsuo Peak, one of the twenty-seven veins of Wudang, when he was approaching the age of forty.

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Voldemort Peak.

One of the seventy-two peaks of Wudang, located in the south of Dading Tianzhu Peak, connected to the vein of the dragon, the mountain is majestic and ancient trees are forested.

On Fumo Peak, there is Guigujian, where cracked rocks flow through, and spirit turtles and giant snakes are often seen swimming up and down. Legend has it that it is the place where Emperor Xuandi Fumo interrogated his sins.

It is recorded in the Taoist scriptures that Emperor Xuan, that is, Emperor Zhenwu, who was enshrined by incense in the past dynasties of Wudang, is said in ancient times. The Heavenly Demon King locked all the devils in the Great Cave of Fengdu. From then on, the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful, and the universe was clean.

Fumo Peak, in ancient mythology, was the place where Emperor Zhenwu judged the six heavenly demon kings, and even the yin wind from the Yin cave was brought here and locked into the Xuanyin Cave on the peak.

No one noticed that at this time, a purple-clothed girl holding a banner and a terribly old man in a wheelchair appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"Fu Mo Peak, after so many years, it's finally back."

Sitting in the wheelchair, the old man's face was wrinkled, and his eyes could hardly be opened. He had no eyebrows or beard, and his body was thin, with only skin and bones left.

Holding a banner in one hand and pushing a wheelchair in the other, the girl's teeth are as white as snow, only her eyes remain closed.

"Master."

The girl opened her mouth and said, her voice was soft and cold, with a strange charm.

"Up the mountain."

Sitting on the wheelchair, the old man's eyes opened a gap, and his voice was as old as withered and weathered gravel.

The girl pushed the wheelchair up the mountain. Although she didn't open her eyes, the road under her feet was good, and she followed the mountain path upwards without any omissions.

Fumo Peak is not very high, about [-] feet long. The mountain road is rugged and rocky. Between the forests of ancient trees, some dilapidated temples, closed ancient wells, dusty stone ladles, broken Pottery pots, pottery bowls, and even some fine porcelain fragments, condensed lumps of charcoal fire, all show that this place was once inhabited.

"The ancient sleeping place, after so many years, it's finally time."

Sitting in the wheelchair, the old man took a deep breath and suddenly coughed violently until the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he didn't realize it.

This is a cave located near the peak of Fumo Peak. It doesn't look very eye-catching. The entrance of the cave is full of fallen rocks and covered with moss. However, when ordinary people look into the cave, they can't help but feel a chill down their backs. .The cave was dark at first glance, without light, and it could even be said to be dark, as if it swallowed up all the light, which made people feel a little creepy.

"who!"

Suddenly, the two Taoist priests on duty outside the Xuanyin Cave focused their attention and saw the young girl and the old man sitting in a wooden wheelchair.

"Death is your destination."

At this time, on the wheelchair, the old man spoke, and a very strange scene appeared when he opened his mouth. He saw two handyman Taoists who were guarding the Xuanyin Cave. The wind drifted away, as if it had never appeared between this piece of heaven and earth.

The girl holds a banner and pushes a wheelchair into the cave.

Only a faint light could be felt in the Xuanyin Cave. After walking dozens of steps, I saw honeycomb-like air vents about one foot high. There were dozens of hundreds of air vents, and the cold wind was constantly blowing out, and the wind whimpered. , Like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Yin wind approaching the body, like cold steel needles, wisps of Yin wind, like thousands of roots piercing into the body, the bone-chilling cold.

But neither the young girl nor the old man on the verge of rotten wood in the wheelchair didn't realize it.

Even, whether it is the beautiful girl in purple clothes or the old man in the wheelchair who is too old to look good, they can't help but take a deep breath, exhaling the dark wind, like the source of life.

"Everything that has been sleeping will eventually wake up, and the hatred that has been severed will continue!"

At this time, the old man in the wheelchair groaned, and he opened his arms, embracing the many evil wind entrances in the darkness ahead.

……

Under Qingyang Peak.

After burning incense and offering sacrifices to ancestors, Su Qinian came to the Tai Chi clock where black and white are intertwined and yin and yang complement each other.

Wudang transformed Yin and Yang into Tai Chi, creating a lineage of destiny inheritance, and Yin and Yang Tai Chi became the symbol of Wudang.

Su Qinian focused his attention, then raised his right hand, and made a fist mark. In an instant, his fist was cast like platinum, and the fist moved with a great light, like a bright beam of light, falling on the body of the clock.

clang!

The melodious and resonant bell sounded, the wall of the clock trembled, and the sound of the Taiji bell resounded through the entire Wudang Mountain in an instant, and spread thousands of miles away in all directions.

Burning incense to worship the ancestors, striking the Tai Chi clock!

After the ceremony, the succession ceremony is complete!

After today, on Wudang Mountain, there are not only twenty-seven lines of inheritance, but twenty-eight lines.

The lineage of Qingyang Peak continues, the peak master Su Qinian!

The Taoist platform was in the east, all Wudang disciples, deacons, dharma protectors, and elders stood up together, then bowed and said in unison: "I have seen Su Fengzhu!"

"Excuse me, everyone!" Su Qinian said, accepting it calmly, calmly and indifferently.

No one knew that at this moment, Su Qinian had many emotions deep in his heart, and before he knew it, almost a year had passed.

In this year, he has experienced many risks and life and death. These many encounters are countless times more thrilling than his previous ten years. He has gained a lot, grown more, and deeply understands that in this world , what is really important to him.

No matter what happened before, until now, he finally took the first step. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu! Please recommend a Monday ticket. Today I will take half a day off with everyone. The headache the day before yesterday was not really because of thinking about the plot, but a real cold. It got worse yesterday. I didn’t hold back today to fetch water, and I only got this chapter when I came back. It’s a bit empty, but it’s much better. The update will be normal tomorrow, ten steps slowly, and I will start to make up the day after tomorrow. Forgive everyone, there is only one update today.)

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